Vidar shows up scratching his head slowly, yawning loudly while sitting down on a stair disappointed that he couldn’t show the new form before vanishing and appearing at his old destroyed house. The Hell Slum’s air is even more putrid like rotting, diseased carcasses cover an entire moat infesting all of the vegetation.
“No one wanted to rebuild this, welp Strife is gonna kick my ass.” he says, trying to get his aura under control. Grabbing a beer while underaged and drinking away, two bundles of chains on both forearms subtly became more visible beginning his Life of Repentance. Vidar comes back to the institution, almost inebriated and comes across Sandy trying to kick the children out.
“That’s hic my adopted hic children!” Vidar says, stumbling towards and falling face first on the ground. All of them look at each other except Bellion, the oldest steps over a sleeping Vidar and gently rubs his cheek signaling that they are still alive. He turns to the group of childish, childlike adults with an attitude of confusion considering all the constant and petty bickering including Keznpechi, always the one to add vulgarity in his sentences.
“Yes, we are Tacticun’s children while maybe inheriting the surname. All of us met him when he fought alongside Lionel against Otto.” Simo finishes when they know who Jento was because their adopted father told the story between the two when he washed them. Min Fang walks over to him inspecting the Jenseitiger Druck radiating from Vidar and backs away.
“He’s the person who you guys thought was a massive threat earlier!” she says, looking over at four, everyone was dropping their jaws including Angus and Keznpechi, Gernibel broke his facade when Bellion smiled at him.
“Well… I did help him achieve full release.” TC says, sitting on Vidar’s back, Purgans appears next to the two still expressing the sociopathic face. Now nobody doesn’t understand what’s going on, Vidar adopting kids to his Innere Entity materializing in front of an entire group whose Jenseitiger can put strain on Jollorus, if at an extreme emotional breakdown.
“Yeah obtained Vollversion in 13 hours, great job. Stellar progress or maybe he’s slightly different?” Lunam says, before vanishing and Vidar wakes up from freezing water then hugging his kids.
Vidar including Simo and the other three watch the Traveler recruits train under the guidance of Angus Audrina, the deliverer of harsh criticism. He would roast their entire life, family members, and then asked why they were even born. Harsh but fair advice for them to build character, develop thick skins, become better versions of themselves, and not act fucking stupid.
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“Hey Vidar, what does your Vollversion look like?” Arrancar asks, stirring his cup of coffee with a spoon. When has that ever crossed his mind, as Vidar doesn’t even slightly know of the complexities of the second stage. Hell, he doesn’t even have an answer because there wasn’t a chance that someone would ask him.
“Shit sorry but I really can’t say what it’s like. At least other people my rank won’t make fun of me, so that’s good.” he says, Velano sitting in his lap.
“What do you mean, some generals don’t have one.” Arrancar refutes, now it’s true that others don’t have it. There’s a hidden academy somewhere even Malvena’s government doesn’t know about, in fact most of the known Travelers never went there as they possess too much Jenseitiger. Vidar got the rank of general, not out of nepotism, but to monitor him, he wasn’t handed anything besides being related to someone immeasurably power that he has no knowledge.
His power is so uncontrollable, unpredictable, and fluctuates at a absurdly degree that the thought or notion of measuring it is undoubtedly foreign to them. Bellion, smartest person says the minor amount pours out like waterfalls, drastically affects the environment, and then seeps back in.
Vidar’s eyes are heavy, having the eyes of lifeless dolls. He rests his head on Velano’s head, Arrancar concocts a mixture of grind up decomposing human flesh and rotten eggs, putting right under Vidar’s nose to take a massive breath of putrid rancidity. He tosses his head back the second it was placed, looking up to Arrancar having a visible smirk.
“There he is!” Vidar has a look of are you fucking serious. TC and Asciano walk in smelling the concoction before sighing, Bellion takes a book off the bar and whacks Arrancar over his head. Good thing Sandy or Saige wasn’t there because they probably would’ve killed them, in fact Saige hasn’t been in the institution for four months, he just sorta leaves every chance it fits his criteria.
Vidar caresses Arrancar’s hurting head, probably got it from Strife, his callous hands rub the back spot. Simo takes part in it too, the sixth general feels like a child who just got hurt. He remember Jasmonia and Bran, younger and older brother who abandoned them when Vidar was really young, they left during when him and Strife were still asleep.
“I should really find Rondell, but he does stuff by that stupid honorable conduct of his.” Vidar mutters, casting a down expression on his face. “Am I really stubborn than what I made myself out to be?”
Hours have gone by, he sits in the lounge, reminiscing of everything that happened during his years. Some were pleasant while others not, it was like Jollorus was doing a one, two fuck you combo on him. His four adopted or stolen sons come to sit by him, he’s wearing the General standard coat on his shoulders.
Inside of the soundproof reinforced walls sat Reinhard Grimm and another person, the stranger was sharpening a chipped dagger with a blank face pissing Reinhard off.
“I miss my stepmom. When I’m gonna rescue her, all of us are going to play family games!” Vidar says, with a large smile but the stranger’s face twists into one big sadistic expression.
“I’m gonna kill her off!” he says grimly, carving Strife Tacticun, Good Smiles into the wall.
“You’re scary William.” Grimm mutters.